The weather is getting warmer and while some things blossom, other things die. I am slowly realizing that the whole idea of spring is a farce, an instilled branding of the seasons. I get the same kind of mental rejuvination during any major change in the weather – the onslaught of a hurricane, the relief of getting to wear hoodies again. The earth is constantly cycling and I love the feel of flowing through those changes.
It’s easy to omit what doesn’t seem relevant.
Thank you Jeff VanderMeer, for this insightful quote from the Southern Reach Trilogy. For the rest of 2019, I will no longer read any book written by a white male. Because why the eff not?